My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

White Tower City, Papal Palace.

Saint Zepha sat on his gilded and jade-inlaid throne, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest.

His Majesty the King of the Holy Tower Kingdom is wearing his full coronation attire today, complete with a golden robe, a triple crown, and a scepter of holy light.

But the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

After waving away the paladin who came to deliver the message, he had already changed positions on the throne seven or eight times, each one more uneasy than the last.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Saint Zefa finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Lin Mo has already breached Stetburg. One sword strike. The Holy Light Array, along with the entire city, was cleaved in two. To be honest... we might as well just give him the Divine Essence Crystal."

The Pope stood in the center of the holy light array beside the throne, his plain white robe devoid of any decorations, except for a palm-sized holy light cross pinned to his collar.

He wore a white veil, concealing his expression.

Upon hearing Saint Zefa's words, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Do you think he'll stop just because you gave him that thing?"

The Pope's voice was not loud, but every word echoed clearly in the empty palace.

"In the Holy Ancient Empire's arena, he killed 50,000 civilians, massacring entire cities without batting an eye. The merfolk are now all ghosts. What do you think is the reason? The fact that the dragon Hong Lu was able to seize the Dragon Emperor's throne so quickly was also his doing. The angels sent him back from the moon, and he turned around and blew the moon up..."

The Pope turned around, his emotionless eyes looking directly at Saint Zephath through his veil.

Do you think he'll stop?

Saint Zefa's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The Pope took a step forward, his tone now carrying a deeper gravity.

"Moreover, he is an enemy of the gods. The gods themselves have condemned Lin Mo as a demon king. The will of the gods is the mission of the Holy See. I must fight for the gods."

"Can……"

Saint Zephat's fingers tightened on the scepter, his knuckles turning white.

The Pope interrupted him, pointing towards the palace gates.

Through the towering arched windows of the Papal Palace, one can clearly see the golden halo above the White Tower City.

Its range was so vast that it almost covered the entire horizon, with golden light walls stretching from the ground straight into the sky, their surface covered with countless fine golden runes.

Each rune was more solid, more ancient, and more sacred than Stetburgh's protective shield.

The top of the light shield disappeared into the clouds, which were tinged with a pale gold by the fluctuations of the laws. The clouds slowly rotated around the top of the light shield, forming a golden vortex that covered the entire White Tower City.

"This Holy Light Array was personally set up by the God, and it is completely different from the Holy Light Arrays of the other twelve cities. It does not require the Holy Knights to provide continuous power, nor does it require the archbishops to take turns presiding over it. It is itself a law left behind by the God, a divine law."

The Pope's voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Even a demigod-level expert couldn't budge it in the slightest. Back then, Tie Lie fought his way to the foot of White Tower City, camped outside the city for a whole year, and tried every method, but he still couldn't break through this light barrier. If Tie Lie couldn't do it three thousand years ago, can Lin Mo do it three thousand years later?"

Saint Zefa slowly loosened his grip on the scepter, and looked again at the golden light shield outside the window. His tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.

"Unless he is the most devout follower of God."

The Pope's voice seemed to drift from a great distance, carrying an inexplicable certainty.

"Otherwise, even if he really attacks, he won't be able to get an inch in."

……

The allied forces penetrated deep into the heart of the Holy Kingdom of the High Tower.

After Stetburg, there was the second, third, and fourth holy light arrays.

Just as the Pope had predicted, no city's holy light array could withstand Lin Mo's sword strike.

As the black sword rose and fell, the golden light shield was sliced ​​open like a thin veil, and then the entire city was split in two.

The Allied forces swept through Stetburgh with unstoppable momentum.

But as the army drew closer to White Tower City, the brows of the leaders furrowed more and more.

"I originally thought the Holy Light Array would be quite troublesome."

Tie Xin, carrying a warhammer, walked not far behind Lin Mo and spoke in a low voice to the people beside him.

"I never expected that His Majesty Lin Mo could break through with a single sword strike. I thought it was outrageous when he first struck, but now I'm completely dumbfounded."

"Yes, it's outrageous. The density of the Holy Light Array's laws increases progressively, and it should be harder to break the array the closer you get to White Tower City. But every time he strikes, he cuts the array cleanly and decisively, breaking it even faster than the first strike."

A rare hint of confusion crept into Sager's hoarse voice.

Dracula swirled his wine glass.

"Don't be too happy yet. The closer you get to White Tower City, the stronger the Holy Light Array's defenses become. It's not surprising that the light barrier behind it was broken through with a single sword strike. But White Tower City is different. It's said that it's a law-based restriction left behind by the gods themselves, not something the Holy See set up later."

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

They had all heard the legend.

Iron Crack has been fighting for a year but has not been able to break through the Holy Light Array of White Tower City.

None of them believed they were more capable than Tie Lie.

"I wonder if Lin Mo can break through the Holy Light Array of White Tower City."

Tie Xin finally said what everyone had been holding in their hearts.

Just then, a calm voice came in from the side.

"As we analyzed before, His Majesty Lin Mo said that he couldn't break through it either."

The one speaking was Hunter Axe.

He carried the giant axe and walked behind Tie Xin.

His steps were steady, and a mysterious smile graced his rugged face.

The corners of their mouths twitched, and even Lin Mo himself admitted that he couldn't break through that layer of holy light array.

Wouldn't that mean we'd have to besiege the city like Tie Lie?

If this becomes a protracted war, some smaller races might be dragged down and destroyed.

"Actually, we don't necessarily have to launch a full-scale attack."

Tie Xin was the first to speak after regaining his senses.

"After all, we brought formation masters with us. We can break it slowly and there's always a way."

"The ancestral spirits of the orcs can cast spells together."

Sag followed immediately.

"With twelve great shamans offering sacrifices simultaneously, and the spiritual power accumulated over hundreds of years by ancestral totems, it is not impossible to tear a hole in that holy light array."

"Even vampires have a few secret weapons."

After listening to everyone's questions, Hunter Axe simply shook his head.

He still carried the giant axe, his steps remained steady, and his tone remained calm.

"Although His Majesty Lin Mo cannot break through it, it doesn't mean there are no other ways."

Everyone scratched their heads in unison.

……

In a certain city within the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Mag, the most loyal general of the Holy Tower Kingdom, who once led the rebel army to the outskirts of Holy End Village just to show his loyalty, now sits in the main seat of the conference hall.

His heavy body pressed down on the chair, causing the ironwood-made general's chair to creak under his weight.

He looked at the soldiers who came to report below; they were the loyal followers who had fought alongside him when they stormed into Shenglin Village.

"Are you sure Lin Mo can break through White Tower City's defenses?"

The soldier quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "I feigned surrender to the Human Empire, and this intelligence was obtained at the cost of my life! The Demon King Yin Xue who has been by Lin Mo's side is a master of formations; her formations can even reach the world of heroes. She patted her chest and guaranteed that she could break through the Holy Light Formation!"

Looking at his sworn brother's guarantee, Mag gripped the intelligence in his hand tightly.

"This matter must be conveyed to His Majesty the King and the Pope!"

Having said that, he immediately stood up: "Prepare to depart! Head to White Tower City!"